A Family of Clappers

Once upon a time I shared with you mommy’s attempt at teaching me how to clap my hands. The outcome was not quite what mommy had expected. Instead of clapping my hands, I grabbed onto mommy’s hands and clapped those instead. I have been clapping other people’s hands ever since.

Now that I’m such a big girl, I know how to clap my own hands. I love clapping my hands! That doesn’t mean that I have abandoned the notion of clapping other people’s hands. I still love doing that. The ability to clap my own hands has simply given me more clapping options.

Clapping is a lot of fun. It feels funny, it makes a sound, and people pay attention to me when I do it. The only thing better than clapping my hands, or the hands of other people, is when we all clap together at the same time. That’s the best!

Most evenings after we clean up the mess we made at dinner mommy, daddy, and I spend some relaxing time together in the living room. Sometimes we watch TV, other times we play a game together with or without my toys, we might just sit around and talk, or we could do any combination of those things. I think I like the games best of all.

Lately one of my favourite games to play is the clapping game. I walk over to mommy, pick up her hands, and start clapping them. Eventually mommy catches on and continues the clapping on her own. I then go over to daddy, find his hands, and get them clapping until daddy takes over on his own. Then I stand in the middle and clap my hands too.

Baby girl looking to play with mommy

Where are your hands?

I love it when the three of us are clapping at the same time. I get all excited about it. It makes me so giggly! It’s such a great family activity and I do love family time.

Mommy and daddy have short attention spans and they often need a little reminder. When one of them stops clapping I come over and get their hands going again. Sometimes it’s difficult as there are two of them and only one of me. I can’t be everywhere at once!

There are times when I find myself running from one to the other and then back again trying to get both mommy and daddy clapping at the same time. It can take a little while and it can be an exhausting process. If mommy and daddy are unusually uncooperative I sometimes get frustrated about it. I yell and that often gets mommy and daddy to smarten up and pay attention.

After a particularly difficult time of getting mommy and daddy on the same page, once I do succeed the rewards are even sweeter. I run back to the middle and start clapping with a grin. Then I giggle and stomp my feet in excitement. I just love the sound of six hands clapping!

Sometimes my feet get so excited that I have to do a lap or two around the baby zone just to get some of that exhilaration out. I race around clapping and laughing as I go. Sometimes I get so carried away that I go plunkers but I just pick myself back up and run around some more.

The problem with mommies and daddies is that they get tired pretty easily. They don’t have boundless energy like I do. After a while their clapping begins to get sluggish and half-hearted. I always try to get them motivated again and sometimes I succeed for a while, but there is a point when I know I’m pushing them too far.

It’s always a bit sad when the game comes to an end. Sometimes it makes me a little upset but a cuddle, a toy, and the promise of playing the game again real soon help me get over it. I wish we could just clap our hands forever but I know that I have to be realistic. There is more to life than clapping.

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The Pitter-Patter of Peachy Feet

Yesterday I had an extraordinary adventure. Not only was I permitted outside of the confines of my baby zone, I was actually allowed to roam around with only limited supervision. Usually when I’m roaming free, mommy or daddy follow me around closely. Yesterday both mommy and daddy were busy and could only keep an eye on me as I walked around among them.

The downstairs floor of our home consists of a living room which has been transformed into the baby zone, a small dining area behind the couch, and a large eat in kitchen. Mommy was in the kitchen putting dishes into the dishwasher, while daddy was sitting on the stairs and talking on the phone. I’m not allowed to go on the stairs and I suspect daddy was sitting there to make sure I didn’t get any idea.

Between mommy and daddy they were able to see the entire downstairs of our house and I knew they could see me wherever I went. It was still good to have a bit of freedom and I made the most of it. I ran around the kitchen island for a while and then pushed my high chair around. Then I headed into the other room and explored there for a bit.

By the time I got back into the kitchen mommy had the dishwasher open and I was eager to get involved. First I helped mommy take everything out of the dishwasher. Mommy seemed a bit concerned when I started reaching for the glasses but I didn’t drop a single one even though mommy was snatching them out of my hands. Mommy worries too much.

Once we were done and the dishwasher was nice and empty, mommy started putting things back in there! I proceeded to empty the dishwasher again. Mommy told me not to do that and she rolled the bottom rack into the dishwasher and out of my reach. I tried to climb in there after it but mommy stopped me.

I gave up on the dishwasher. Clearly mommy didn’t know if she wanted dishes in there or not. I left mommy alone to sort out her thoughts on the matter. There was still plenty more to explore and a lot of things that I wanted to get my hands on.

toddler with questioning expresision

Do you need help with the dishes today?

While I was exploring our kitchen table, something caught my eye. Sitting there by the patio door was some sort of bowl-shaped object. I walked over to it and got down on all fours to take a look. There was something in there and I suspected that I knew what it was.

I reached my hand into the bowl and splashed it around real good. It turned out to be water just as I suspected. Then I noticed an identical bowl sitting next to it so I put my other hand in there and gave it an equally good splash. Right around the time that I noticed the second bowl mommy started getting excited about something and tried to get daddy’s attention.

Daddy jumped up and ran for the paper towels while mommy attempted to find a safe place for a stack of dishes she was holding. I don’t know what mommy and daddy were up to. I was way too busy discovering and experimenting.

While mommy and daddy were causing their own commotion a thought occurred to me. There were two bowls and I have two hands. Of course! They must be hand bowls! I plunged a hand into each bowl and splashed with as much vigour as I could muster.

Suddenly daddy’s hands were under my arms and I was being hoisted up into the air. I got handed to mommy and carried off to the washroom where my hands were thoroughly washed. By the time we got back to the kitchen daddy had most of the water mopped up and the hand bowls were on the counter and out of my reach.

This morning at breakfast I noticed that the hand bowls were back on the floor again and there were two other bowl as well. Imagine my surprise when Daisy came over and drank from one of the hand bowls. Silly Daisy doesn’t know a hand bowl from a sippy cup. Next time I’m let loose in the kitchen I’ll have to show Daisy how to use a hand bowl correctly.

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Peachy Celebrates Easter: Part Two

Today is Easter Monday, the day that brings our Easter festivities to a close. I’m spending the day at home with mommy and daddy. There was some talk of having company over but plans didn’t work out the way we thought. It turned out to be a relaxing day which I do enjoy.

The promise of the Easter chocolate that the Easter Bunny brings has been the part of Easter that I was most excited about. Chocolate is a rare treat for me. Mommy insists that I’m too little for chocolate but sometimes when I put on my sad face mommy can’t resist and lets me have a little piece.

My other source of chocolate is daddy. If daddy has chocolate I know he will share it with me. We just have to wait until mommy isn’t watching. Sometimes we get caught but mommy can’t be too upset because she only shakes her head and goes about her business.

I have been looking forward to meeting the Easter Bunny but he has proven to be an elusive creature. As I understand it, the Easter Bunny should be hiding chocolate eggs around our house. He is very good at hiding his chocolate treasure, but I know there’s bound to be chocolate eggs around here somewhere.

I spent the majority of the morning looking all over the house. All this searching for Easter eggs has got me thinking about this Easter Bunny. Who is he? Where does he come from? Most importantly, where is he getting all those chocolate eggs?

The story of the Easter Bunny bringing treats to children was first mentioned in 1682. The tradition began in Germany with the Easter Hare. The Easter Hare brought candy and small toys to those kids that he deemed to have been good.

I have been very good. Mommy tells me that I’m a good girl every day. Where is my Easter chocolate? Did the Easter Bunny forget about me? Why would the Easter Bunny bring eggs anyway? Why not chocolate bunnies?

Baby dressed as the Easter Bunny with an Easter basket full of eggs.

This egg is not chocolate!

Eggs are a symbol of birth and fertility and have been associated with spring for a long time. Some groups of people do not consume meat or eggs during Lent. It was once customary to boil the eggs to extend their shelf life. These boiled eggs were sometimes decorated and then eaten as part of the Easter feast. I guess the Easter bunny doesn’t want to deviate from tradition.

At my house we decorate our eggs and put them in a basket along with a piece of bread, some meat, salt, and pepper. On Sunday morning we bring our basket to church to be blessed by a priest. Then we come home and have breakfast. Each person is expected to eat at least one thing from the basket.

This tradition comes from my mommy’s side of the family and it is how she celebrated Easter ever since she was little. Now that I’m here, mommy tells me that we’re going to start some new traditions of our own. Mommy has been telling me about some of the fun things she has planned for the coming years.

Mommy’s best idea is the Easter egg hunt. She told me that when I’m big enough the Easter Bunny will hide goodies for me and I will have to find them. No wonder I haven’t been able to find any chocolate this morning. I’m just not big enough yet!

Mommy said that I will probably be big enough to start a proper Easter egg hunt next year. I can’t wait! I’m going to spend the whole year practicing my searching skills. Next Easter I’m going to find so much chocolate!

I may be too little for an Easter egg hunt but the Easter Bunny didn’t forget about me. After dinner mommy said she had a little present for me that the Easter Bunny left with her for safekeeping. Guess what it was. Chocolate! The perfect after dinner treat. I love Easter!

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Peachy Celebrates Easter: Part One

It’s Easter time, and although this is not my first time celebrating Easter, it’s the only one I remember. Last year I was very little and had no idea what was going on. Mommy tells me that we had people over and that for some of our friends, it was the first time they got to meet me. I don’t remember any of that but I’m sure I had fun.

Baby's first Easter

Too little to know I’m having fun.

Yesterday was Good Friday which means that daddy was home with us. It was a very pleasant surprise for me. Daddy is never home on Fridays. I like it when daddy is with us. It’s a lot more fun being a family of three.

We had a pretty relaxing day and we all went out to the park together. It was a beautiful day and even though mommy insisted that I wear a jacket, I don’t think I really needed it. At least mommy let me push the hood back. I hate hoods.

My favourite part about going to the park is going down the slide. Mommy always lets me do the slide but she insists on holding me so that I don’t fly off the end or fall backwards and bump my head. She picks me up, puts me on the slide, and follows me with her hands as I go down. I don’t mind mommy holding me but she can only do it so many times before she gets tired while I still have energy to spare.

Yesterday was the best because mommy and daddy took turns helping me with the slide. I went down so many times! I tried every slide including the spiral ones. The spiral slides are interesting but I think I prefer the straight ones because I can go faster. I like to go fast.

It was a great day but I didn’t see anything Eastery about it. The only unusual thing that happened was daddy staying home. As much fun as that is, it’s not really a part of Easter. Wasn’t there talk of a bunny? Shouldn’t there be more eggs involved?

Mommy tells me that we will be doing our celebrating tomorrow and on Monday. She says we will have people over. I know what that means for us today. We have to tidy up. Mommy will dust and mop the floors while I try to organize the stuff in my red bucket. I have to put stuff in there and then take it out again many times before I’m satisfied that I got it right. It’s not an easy job.

Baby playing in a baby proof area

Not quite right. Try again.

Today daddy is at work again but mommy says that when he comes home, we’re going to decorate our Easter eggs. I’m looking forward to that. I don’t know what to expect but it sounds like fun. I suspect it’s going to be a great opportunity to get messy and maybe taste some paint. It should be a good time.

Eggs seem to play a central role around Easter. Last time we went grocery shopping we bought two cartons of eggs instead of the usual one that we get. I’m not crazy about eggs but I do like french toast and I don’t mind eating a piece or two of scrambled eggs off of mommy’s plate.

We have several baskets full of eggs on our mantel but these eggs don’t taste like anything. Mommy tells me they are plastic and for decorative purposes only. Even though they are not tasty, they are very pretty and colourful. I guess they’re doing a good job at being decorative.

I would really like to learn more about this Easter bunny that I’ve been hearing so much about. According to what I’ve heard, his eggs are chocolate. Even though I don’t really like eggs all that much, I but the chocolate ones are delicious and probably much tastier than the non-chocolate variety.

Daddy and I love chocolate but mommy doesn’t let me have it very often. I hope the Easter bunny brings me some of his chocolate eggs. Then I won’t have to beg for the chocolate crumbs that daddy gives me when mommy isn’t looking. I think the Easter bunny and I would get along splendidly.

Easter Bunny

That’s probably him!

I hope that you all have a wonderful Easter and that the Easter bunny brings you baskets and baskets of chocolate eggs. You can never have too much chocolate.

Happy Easter!

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Young and Modern

Wooden blocks and pull along toys are fine, but I’m a baby of the 21st century. I have to stay on top of advancements in technology to remain competitive and relevant in this world. A modern baby simply can’t afford to fall behind. These are not simple times.

When mommy needs to take care of mommy related activities, she brings me my tablet. As soon as I see it coming, I get impatient to get to work. I run over and yell while mommy pokes at the device. After what seems like an eternity I get my hands on the tablet and I get to work.

Mommy goes about her business leaving me to concentrate. This is a sophisticated piece of technology and it requires my full attention. I hold it carefully in both hands as I place it flat on the ground before me. I get comfortable next to my tablet and I give it an intense look.

I see nothing but a matte grey surface. I immediately realize that something isn’t right. I flip the tablet over and with a thump the screen is revealed. That’s much better. Now I can get down to business.

The screen is covered in colourful shapes with silly faces. I touch one and it dances about while a cheerful tune plays. I smile and clap my hands. I do like music. I listen and watch the shapes jump around on the screen.

As the melody fades I tap another shape and a new song begins. This is followed by more clapping. I repeat this process several times to test for consistency. Every time I touch a shape, a brand new tune begins just as I expected. So far, so good.

Next I deploy my pincer at one of the shapes and I try to pick it up. The shape jumps out of the way and dances around. I follow after it and try to pincer it again but it darts away for a second time. I abandon the pincer and go for a full on grab.

Baby playing a game on a Samsung tablet

I’ve got you!

I look at my now closed fist with high hopes. I turn my hand over and slowly open my fist, but it turns out to be empty. Even though I’ve had the same result every time, I still feel a pang of disappointment. I keep hoping for the day when I find a smiling shape sitting in the palm of my hand.

I look at the happy shapes dancing on the screen, and I pounce on them with both hands. Nothing. I pounce again! Still nothing. I smack the screen repeatedly with both hands and it explodes with lights, sounds, and dancing shapes. I watch all the animated activity with satisfaction.

As the music stops and the shapes go back to their more relaxed state, I repeat the two-handed smacking procedure. The results are the same and the shapes dance around in the midst of lights and sounds. I wait for the show to end and I try it again, but this time I get one foot in there with a few kicks.

All the sounds stop and the screen goes dark. I give the tablet a tap with my hand. No effect. I try a little nudge with my foot. Nothing changes and the screen remains dark. I do a double slap and kick combo. No change.

I shriek at it a little but still there is no reaction from the tablet. Then I shriek at it a lot but that has no effect either. Getting upset now, I howl in mommy’s general direction. Mommy is significantly more responsive and arrives promptly to assist.

Mommy picks up the tablet while I look on with concern. She works her magic and within seconds I see the illuminating glow reflect off mommy’s face. I immediately get impatient that I don’t have the tablet in my hands yet. Mommy ignores my grumbles and fidgets with the tablet while I grumble louder.

Then I hear the music of the dancing shapes come on again as mommy hands the tablet back to me. There they are on the screen just as colourful as I remember and they’re all smiling at me. I put the tablet back on the ground and prepare my pincer for deployment. I think I’ll catch one of these shapes this time. I have a really good feeling about this.

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Beauty of Rwanda Giveaway

Have you noticed a new addition to the navigation menu near the top of this page? Take a close look. Do you see it? It’s a shiny new Giveaways tab! Click on it to see all of my current giveaways all in one place. You no longer need to scroll through all my reviews to find the free stuff.

Here you will find all of the giveaways I’m currently hosting along with any restrictions, and links to the reviews in case you are looking for more information. I will be updating this page regularly so make sure you check back often. There are some fabulous giveaways happening right now, so why not head over now and get started?

Adorable baby girl in pajamas

You do like free stuff, don’t you?

The latest giveaway has been added today. These items are generously being donated by Beauty of Rwanda. This organization has a powerful message with a great vision and solid core values. Diary of a Little Peach is pleased to partner with Beauty of Rwanda and we want to take this moment to thank them for allowing us to host this giveaway on their behalf. We are honoured to be involved in raising awareness about the issues women are facing in Rwanda and we sincerely hope that we can inspire others to get involved in any way they can.

Beauty of Rwanda is a not-for-profit organization empowering the girls and women in rural areas of Rwanda by facilitating the acquisition of skills in order to establish an alternative form of sustainable income. Investing in these ladies helps these women as well as those around them by providing financial stability and driving change. Beauty of Rwanda seeks to empower the female population in a place where they are still part of a disadvantaged group.

Beauty of Rwanda is a member of The British Association of Fair Trade Shops and Suppliers. They specialize in jewelry and unique home decor items. Their products are hand-woven and environmentally friendly. Each piece is crafted by hand with care and attention to quality. These unique items are sure to draw the eye while empowering and inspiring.

By supporting this organization you are helping to evolve alternative strategies of education and enabling the disadvantaged girls and women of Rwanda to participate as equal citizens. Check out their website to purchase some of these unique products, or donate to the cause, and help these ladies invest in the development of themselves, their families, and their communities.

Beauty of Rwanda has put together this generous prize for our readers. Head over to the giveaway and you can win yourself a beautiful set of handmade jewelry and a pretty bowl to store it in. This giveaway consists of a set of spiral disc earnings made from banana fibre, one checkers necklace made from recycled paper and beads, one Rwanda bracelet, and a decorative zigzag bowl made from grass and sisal. Don’t they look lovely? Click the link or the image below to be taken to the giveaway for your chance to win.

Beauty of Rwanda jewelry and bowl

Beauty of Rwanda Jewelry Set and Bowl

Contest open to UK residents only. Must be 18 years of age or older. Winner will be notified by email. Accepting entries until May 31, 2017.

Looking for an easy way to get involved in this very worthwhile cause? Help spread the word about the Beauty of Rwanda by entering the giveaway and sharing the link with all your friends. Raise awareness and get a chance at some free stuff. That’s what I call a win-win situation.

More of a hands on kind of person? Click here to find what you can do to help. You can host a party, run a fundraiser, or suggest your own way of getting involved. Here’s your chance to use your own unique skills to support impoverished women and change their world.

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Babies Have Feelings Too

I don’t have many friends. I’m good friends with mommy and daddy. I have a relationship of sorts with our two cats. I like to think that you, my readers, are my friends. I have a long list of acquaintances that come to visit me from time to time. That’s pretty much everyone I know.

None of my friends and acquaintances are playmates of my own age. I want to have friends to play with and I am very friendly. I generally like to meet new people and I enjoy socializing. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by large, boisterous groups, but once I overcome my initial fears I’m a very social.

Mommy knows that I’m a social baby and that I often seek out the company of other babies. This is one of the reasons why we have been going to the part almost every day since the weather has improved. It’s a very busy place with a lot of activity and it is exactly the kind of thing that I find a bit intimidating. I enjoy going to the park and exploring, but I have been too shy to do much socializing.

The park is full of kids of various ages, although most are older than I am. They are fast and move around a lot which makes it impossible for me to get anyone’s attention. Occasionally I spot another baby but they seem just as bewildered and overwhelmed as I felt the first time I found myself in the midst of all that action. There hasn’t been any opportunity for me to introduce myself to any of the other babies.

Yesterday I was walking around the park looking for treasure as I often do, when I found myself next to a little girl who happened to be standing calmly next to her daddy. She was a bit older than me but she wasn’t running around with the other kids and she noticed that I was there. I decided to step out of my comfort zone and see if she would be my friend.

As she was already observing me, it wasn’t difficult to take the first step and make eye contact. Next I introduced myself and attempted to initiate a conversation. She didn’t seem to understand me but she did smile and speak to me with the kind of words that mommy and daddy use. I felt like it was going well and I was encouraged to continue.

Crawling baby girl

Will you be my friend?

I reached out my hand to the little girl and offered her the rock that I was holding. She did not react and I figured she didn’t see my gesture of friendship. I took a step towards her and held out my hand where it was clearly visible. She took a step back which I assumed meant that she didn’t understand. I would have to be more direct.

I took another step towards her and nudged her hand with the rock, indicating that she should take it. She let me deposit the rock into her palm and I beamed with pride. That’s when her daddy said something in a low tone. The little girl opened her hand, allowing my rock to fall discarded, landing on the ground with a small thud.

I was confused and dismayed. I looked at the rock laying on the ground and I wondered where I went wrong. I thought our interaction was going well. I had never been rejected this way before. I didn’t know what to do so I stood there staring at the rock that had been so carelessly thrown away.

Within moments mommy was leading me away from the little girl and her daddy. Mommy said that I was a very sweet peach and that I did nothing wrong. She told me that it wasn’t my fault and not to feel bad. Mommy claims that some people don’t appreciate rocks like we do and that some little girls are not allowed to touch them.

I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t like a rock, but even if that’s the case surely there are more tactful ways to refuse a gift. I’m just learning how to make friends and trying to find my place in the playground. I fail to see why any daddy would encourage their daughter to hurt a younger girl’s feelings and shatter her confidence. It seems unnecessarily cruel.

I’m trying to not let the experience get me down but I would be lying if I said that I’ve managed to shake it off. Today at the park I didn’t have the confidence to approach anyone even though we spent more time there than ever before. I found a lot of treasure and I had a good time but I felt more comfortable avoiding the other kids.

Maybe I’ll feel better about it at the park tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll regain my self-esteem and make a friend. Or maybe I’m too little and just not ready for friends at the playground yet. I’m going to have to be patient and take this one day at a time.

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